theglasschild:

The Poet Dreams of the Mountain 

Sometimes I grow weary of the days with all their fits and starts.
I want to climb some old grey mountain, slowly, taking
the rest of my life to do it, resting often, sleeping
under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks.
I want to see how many stars are still in the sky
that we have smothered for years now, forgiving it all,
and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.
All that urgency!  Not what the earth is about!
How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.
I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.
In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.

- Mary Oliver

Photo from when me and my friend Emma escaped to the wilderness the other day. 

My poetry blog! In memory of my kittens who died.

Music, one of my greatest loves; a true form of poetry. This, this is where a lot of my poetry is written.

Since the recent changes with tumblr my computer has refused to allow me to log in, therefore my posting has been significantly lessened, out of frustration I finally decided to create a new poetry blog, http://fromthemindofawriter2012.blogspot.com I will be posting 90% of all posts there from now on, however, I will still try to post poetry here every now and then. Here’s one of my newer poems.

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Blank Pages

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So many blank pages…

But what will I make of them?

Soon they will be filled with

Whimiscal magic of my design

Stories taking place in far off lands

That don’t exist anywhere else

But on the paper’s surface, and in my mind.

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So many blank pages…

With which I can write as much as I like

It does not judge nor ask questions

It lies in wait for me to fill its space.

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So many blank pages…

To me, they are never empty

But rather, the words are invisible

Awaiting the day someone puts their pencil to the paper

And makes the words visible for all to see.

It is a trusted friend,

That I welcome the sight of again and again

Yet as soon as it arrives, I find I’ve lost it

For so quickly the paper is no longer blank.

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So many blank pages…

I do not see the emptiness of such blank sheets

Instead I see the stories that soon it will meet.

Tumblr hasn’t been working on my computer, so I went ahead and started a new blog on blogspot, http://fromthemindofawriter2012.blogspot.com

Run, Little Chicken, Run

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Run, little chicken, run

Out for the day to have some fun

You can eat the bugs, the mice too

Enjoy the sun, it is good for you.

run, little chicken, run

Frolic about, or bask in the shade

Do whatever you like, it is your day

To do with as you choose.

Run, little chicken, run

Back to home, for the day is done

It’s time for bed, so lay down your head

Hop up on a roost

Or curl up in a nest

It doesn’t matter where you rest

Because you’re safe and sound

With all the other chickens around

And tomorrow you can play again

And have some fun

And run, little chicken, run.

Sorry for my lack of posting, my cat was hit by a car last month and broke his pelvis, and my internet motem is dying a slow death so my internet seriously sucks.

Falling

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I don’t know how to explain this feeling

I don’t know what to say

But I can feel myself falling faster

Day by day

My emotions, they have changed

I’m falling for you,

And I don’t know what to say.

At the beginning of each day,

I think of your pretty face

And wonder if you do the same

I know I’m falling in love again

Just when I thought the pain would never end

You came in, and captured my heart

Please oh please don’t tear it apart.

Is it possible you could be the one?
If so then I need to let you know

I’m falling…

Falling way too fast.

Yeah I’m falling for you,

Please oh please say you’re falling too?

ponderingcomplications:

It was some time ago, I remember.
Some time ago, dim as an ember,
When I saw the world through rosy eyes
And then, as always, I saw the lies.

And I wondered how it was I made it through
When, in the end, I didn’t like what was true.
But behold, time has never been too kind
To those who know, but…

(via shesanargonaut)